NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2179 Unfathomable
Chapter 2179 Unfathomable
The young man's eyes turned malevolent. The skies seemed to darken further, the endless expanse of barren land rumbling.
His wings spread out, all of them looking akin to devilish blades streaking through the skies.
With a single flap, it seemed that space and time themselves were being shredded to pieces.
And then he moved.
The two figures cut across one another, and Ryu found himself standing with his back to the young man, looking down at the daggers in his hand.
His wrist flickered and the blades began to dance, rolling between his fingers and spinning on their tips.
All the while, he didn't even bother to look back as the white scales faded from his body. It was hard to tell when he had even summoned them in the first place.
"Well, I did already say that I was done messing around."
SHIING! SHIING! SHIING! SHIING!
PUCHI.
The blades overlapped and four wings fell to the ground in heavy heaps. Each one weighed as much as a mountain, every crash leaving craters of earth in their wake despite the sturdiness of the realm.
The young man stumbled in the skies, his body shuddering.
To the Devas, the wings weren't just extremities. They were vital organs, they were symbols of pride, they were the very core of their beings.
"You know, before this little excursion, I had never even heard of Devas before. I can see why. Your birthrates are so low and yet you're still so foolish with your lives.
"Go in peace. I'll be sure to take care of your woman. Though, I don't know how you have the balls to call her that. Willingly being just one of her many concubines… not sure how you can call yourself a man."
Ryu looked back, his dagger snapping into his palm. The blue crystal glint danced across his indifferent expression, playing to his silvery eyes and white-as-snow skin.
The young man shuddered in anger as he felt the last of his life slipping away from him. And yet, as though he didn't feel like he had humiliated the man enough, Ryu actually spoke again.
"Maybe I should do you Devas a favor and castrate all the men. Then your women can really go out and find happiness."
A slight smile played across Ryu's face.
…
In a familiar bedchamber, Nightly's mother sat up in a rage, but she had barely flexed her toned torso when an oppressive might descended.
Her throat hiccupped and her heart lurched. Her muscles seemed to lose control of themselves for a moment, but the Patriarch had already stood to his feet at some unknown point.
Nightly's mother knew quite well that it wasn't they who sent the young man. But Ryu's words didn't discriminate amongst the Devas at all.
Someone was going to have to pay for the humiliation, and since it couldn't be Ryu, it was certainly going to be whoever it was in the background making such foolish decisions.
But at the same time, there was no doubt that when the time came, Ryu would have to pay for it as well.
It was just that judging by the cheeky grin and his indifferent demeanor…
The boy didn't give a single damn about making an enemy of the entire world.
It didn't matter how many of them were angry with him, if they continued to target him… he would continue to humiliate them one by one without regard for a single one of their faces.
These powerful Elevated Worlds were going to learn who Ryu Tatsuya was one way or another.
…
Ryu landed on the ground and pulled a wing out from the ground. It was indeed quite heavy, but it was also sharp. It was weirdly soft to the touch, yet if you caught your finger on an edge at the wrong angle, you could find yourself losing a hand.
With a chuckle, Ryu tossed the wings into his Inner World. Something told him that preserving wings was actually quite useless to Devas, so he might as well send them over to Nightly.
Whether she used them now or not, he didn't really care one way or another. If she wanted to be sentimental, he would just force her to do it herself later.
But if she was smart, she would probably do whatever she could to grow stronger, faster.
This would give him the chance to observe how it was done as well.
His Dao had given faint inklings of how this worked, but he obviously wasn't a Deva expert. Observing this would save him a lot of effort in the future.
He was also curious about his own wings too, actually.
He had stacked 10 Bone Structures into one, but the one thing he didn't account for were his wings.
Right now, he had wings that were very Dragon-like. They didn't take good advantage of his Phoenix Bloodlines at all. And without direct support from a Bone Structure, they were quite lackluster.
His wings, as such, didn't even provide much of a boost if they provided one at all. Though they weren't technically a liability, they might as well be. It was like having an extra limb for no reason.
They were practically only there to look cool.
It wasn't exactly a top priority of his to fix this issue, but it was interesting that the Devas seemed to want to present themselves on a silver platter.
And if he was going to steal a pair of wings, well, he was pretty certain of whose head he wanted. There was a certain annoying War God Pupil wielder that would certainly appear any moment now.
Ryu dusted himself off, then headed off to clear more Ruins.
By now, his bundle of Fate was growing extraordinarily large, so much so that he seemed to have formed another miniature sun in his Internal World.
Minutes later, he walked out of another few Ruins and exhaled a calm breath.
'Time to do this all over again.'
…
Ryu's battles were quickly becoming the most entertaining segments to watch. It wasn't just that he was getting by far the most action now, but he, himself, was too entertaining.
How often could spectators experience the humiliation of so many powerful Races in real time? It was like some sort of fever dream.
Devas. Fey. Demons. Fiends. Griffins…
Powerful existences the likes of which many had only ever read of in legends and record books were making their presences known, only to be humiliated and talked-down-to by a young man they had only just learned the existence of.
Many of the geniuses making their names known now had been known for a long while. Maybe not in all circles because of the sheer size of Existence, but they were at least known to a decent segment of the population.
This Ryu, though, was a complete anomaly. He just showed up with a Dao Goddess wife with the strength to speak to the Phoenix Ancestor, and then strolled into their lives with an arrogant grin and a razor-sharp tongue.
It was one crushing victory after another, as though the people before him were nothing more than ants, as though their efforts, their machinations, their greatest hopes and dreams weren't worth much of anything before him.
For the great powers, it was easy to see how he might become public enemy number one. But to those that had only planned on fighting for the scraps to begin with, his existence was like a tonic. They were just here for the show, and his presence easily made him a fan favorite.
The weight of the name Ryu Tatsuya was only increasing, and most shocking of all…
No matter the challenge that was thrown at him, no matter the circumstance, no matter the danger he was supposedly going to be in this time around…
He always won. And he always won easily.
It wasn't the display of a valiant hero trudging through hardship and barely scraping by step by step like some would have liked to see.
It was one crushing victory after another, as though the people before him were nothing more than ants, as though their efforts, their machinations, their greatest hopes and dreams weren't worth much of anything before him.
And then the challenges simply stopped.
…
Ryu walked out of another Ruin, his breathing even, and his body lacking even the slightest injury. If not for the fact his robes were tattered and littered with holes, one would have thought that he hadn't been in a single battle since he came here.
One could imagine just how demoralizing it was to see this. His qi was an unfathomable well, his Spiritual Quintessence was an abyss so deep describing its depths felt like an impossibility, and his raw stamina and healing factor alone…
It was hard to understand just how one young man could be so good at everything. And maybe they finally realized that it was a hopeless task.
At least it seemed so, until Ryu crossed the next Fate Barrier and found the world around him had changed once again.
He stood on a pillar of an unknown height in the very depths of space.
However, he only had eyes for one thing ahead of him.
The Title Stele.